I just have to get as ready as I can be for that match.

I just have to get as ready as I can be for that match.

The strong flows of international capital into emerging markets reflect a number of important trends. In addition to continuing significant read more

The strong flows of international capital into emerging markets reflect a number of important trends. In addition to continuing significant global economic growth, national authorities in numerous emerging market economies have improved economic policy management in recent years, which has led to greater growth, lower inflation and reductions in the ratio of public debt to GDP.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do read more

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk? - The Color Purple, 1982.

Touring is really a pretty lonely business.

Touring is really a pretty lonely business.

Nobody talked to nobody. That's why we just was almost too late. If we'd been a little later they would read more

Nobody talked to nobody. That's why we just was almost too late. If we'd been a little later they would have disposed of the bodies with 'next of kin unknown,' and that would have been . . .

It would be very hard for me to do things somebody else's way,

It would be very hard for me to do things somebody else's way,

If you are searching for the Holocaust, you will find the real Holocaust in Palestine.

If you are searching for the Holocaust, you will find the real Holocaust in Palestine.

Promises are the uniquely human way of ordering the future, making it predictable and reliable to the extent that this read more

Promises are the uniquely human way of ordering the future, making it predictable and reliable to the extent that this is humanly possible.

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split read more

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split it into different parts if you'd like - right now I'll put it as Unsorted.
And He feels so incredibly weak when he has ferociously quarreled against them since his genuine years and has lost. His hopes for a better understanding dissipate as he grows older, and his mind grows less eager to reach a verdict. Having no sense of direction, he roams here, looking above, asking futile questions, even though the answers may be feared. Good by nature, he has learned his survival skills, which will lead him into the real world, and will someday make him a successful individual. Wishing the pressure did not exist, it is a natural instinct to adapt and not to recluse. He rather is a mindless drone than a lonely Hermit, after all. He has no control over his environment, it is the exact opposite. Molded and shaped by his surroundings, he seeks about for himself and his purpose, while this mold slowly deteriorates organic matter.